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No, even though people would expect her to have such a letter it was to stay hidden. Tracey soon found herself engaged in pleasant conversation with a young man, slightly younger than herself and it amused Tracey that he was having a hard time moving his eyes from her prominently displayed cleavage. It appeared that northern woman wore there neck lines a lot lower than their southern sisters. It was a pleasant enough conversation however and helped ease the boredom of the trip, he asked her where she was going etc. and when he heard and saw that she was alone he offered his advice, “Be careful down there Miss, from what I titjob understand it is a dangerous place for a young woman such as yourself to be to be on her own, slave traders abound.” Instantly feel her curiosity roused she giggled slightly, “But Sir, I am a white woman, surely I would be safe?” “The demand for fancy girls is high and white women are sold into slavery every day ma'am.” “But I am a refined young lady.” she uttered sounding shocked. “Refined young ladies are highly sort after, believe me you will be highly prized, slavery for women such as yourself is common place and thought of as a trivial matter. Latinas You will attract a lot of attention from the traders as soon as you step off the train.” Although she was sure he was telling the truth, the idea of being approached by a slave trader eager to procure her was maddeningly exciting and she blushed furiously. A fact that was noticed by the young man. “Of course I have heard that some white woman desire to be slaves, owned and treated as mere property, if you like I could point the slave traders in your direction to make sure they do not miss the opportunity to acquire you?” he smiled knowingly. “No that will not be necessary,” she said quickly, “I am sure they keep a well practised eye open for single girls like myself alighting from trains.” “They certainly do Miss, girls like you are two a penny I am sure you will be sleeping in a slave pen tonight awaiting sale in the morning, in fact I guarantee it.” he chuckled. With a final long look at her now heaving bosom he left her carriage leaving her alone with her own excited thoughts. Why did the thought of slavery excite her so much? Maybe because they didn't have any form of it where she came from and certainly not for white women! All she knew was that her hands were clasped very tightly in her lap! The train seemed to take an interminably long time to reach New Orleans and as it got closer and closer to the great City the temperature seemed to rise high and higher. Tracey was glad she'd worn such a low cut dress and had even surreptitiously undid another stay around her back so that the dress hung even lower, dangerously low! But the heat warranted the risk. Finally the train pulled into the station and she was overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle of the concourse. As mentioned she had barely left the confines of her house recently and the swarming mass of people suddenly surrounding her almost took her breath away. She did manage to procure a station porter to move her luggage. For the first night in the City she was staying alone in the station hotel and Emily would arrive in the morning and take her to her plantation. As she gamely followed the porter through the crowds she was aware that she was drawing a lot of attention from the people they pushed through, especially as her dress was threatening to spill its contents out into full view at every step! She was also aware that several of the people looking at her were shady looking men who did not seem to be very pleasant and Tracey wondered if these were the aforementioned slave traders! Maybe the presence of the porter made them back off though and in any case none approached her. The hotel foyer seemed pleasant enough and the young lady at reception handled her registration with suitable speed and she was soon ensconced in her room which overlooked the concourse from which she had just arrived. Unpacking she placed the hateful letter of introduction in a bedside drawer Big Tits before taking her dresses etc. out of the packing cases and carefully hanging them up. She had no idea if she had brought suitable attire but it would have to do, it was all she had! Once satisfied that everything was in its rightful place she called down for some tea and relaxed into a small chair looking out of the window high above the still bustling platform. Once her tea was delivered she contented herself with watching all the people below her. Another train arrived, she knew not where from and spewed forward its cargo of passengers onto the already busy platform. She watched as single men darted off importantly and families called out for cabs to take them to their destination. Several single women had alighted along the length of the train and she noticed that almost without fail they were quickly approached by the same shady men that she had noticed before. They seemed to be offering the ladies their assistance and each lady was happy to follow them off the platform and out of Tracey's sight. Her womanly folds were already quivering just by the thought of her idol laying with her. I was totally entranced with what I was seeing. At the last second, the unicorn turned and saw him, but it was too late. He bit me, licked body here and there, and I gave in to his craving yearnings. As we nestled together, my sense of touch also kicked into high gear. While all this was going on there was money changing hands and I guessed that the people were putting bets of some sort on us. Test day was a blast, pun intended. “I’m glad you came back.” I will never leave home as long as they will let me stay. If only they know how wet my pussy is for them and the kinda show I’m putting on. I was too busy groping his sexy body and humping against him like a horny puppy. I remembered that it was at this point that I had given way to her caresses and I marvelled at Rob's control but then I saw Latinas her holding his balls very tightly together denying him the release he so desperately needed. He let the thoughts go and greedily sucked and stroked the big male. “So I don’t have to go back.” She would be loving. Whichever one fell first he’d bind her, then hunt the other. He grabbed the little mounds in his hands and kneaded them while sucking her tongue. Then he quietly slips away. She was gloriously pregnant. “Then slave, come,” he orders. But she needed to think about what titjob she had to do to keep George from hurting Bill’s mother and using that to get to Bill. What’s going on?” She asks me. The CG guys and James didn't understand the joke. Damn! She woke at six in the morning with him already shagging her arse, when he shot his load he wrapped his arms around her and with his cock still inside her they went back to sleep. Probably some weirdo or old dude lives here” you remark to yourself and search the desk drawers. I tried to ignore him like Mama says, but… then he grabbed the book and threw it across the room. You got him beat up for Christ’s sake!” Big Tits Stephanie answered.